The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-11-23

"You poor thingl yer too poor fur me to
'socate with broke in the girl as she
drew her ragged skirt away with mock
pride.
"See here, Rags, you've alters ben
square with yer father. You've got sun
thin on yer mind Jist tell me the hull
thing er-rll cut you off with ten cents,
not havin' the regular shillin'."
'Feast your ewes on that, " said the girl,
holding out the hand which she had con-
realed behind her.
The boy fell back step or two rs he
gazed upon the article which she held.
Rags, hain't brought you up better
ner thisg You, you who picked out the
gutteri OH it's sharper than snakes
tail to have priggin' darter. :"
"But didn't prig the puss," quickly
exclaimed Rags.
"Ahl spoken like me own dutiful child.
say, Rags, is the puss well heeledS"
II hain't looked; it's heavy, though,
and It jingles. only found it while go
over on India wharf. ] run all the way
to find you"
Bottles took the purse in his hands AS
he felt the magic touch of its contents
through the stken meshes it drove all
thought of cold or hunger away
In the purse was more money than
either had ever before touched. In 1t
was warmth and victuals, though Bottles
gave no thought to either, so overjoyed
was he in the possession Of the precious
money, real gold and silver, for he could
tell that by its blinking.
The two waits finally, cold and tired,
reached the tumble down structure in
South street, where they lodged. They
climbed up the rickety stairways, passed
through the narrow, dark and i'll smelling
halls until obey reached the attic door,
upon which Bottles tapped softly.
A small circular disk in one Of the
upper panels slid back and thin, beak
like nose with pair of red trimmed eyes
appeared in the opening, as a sharp, raspy
voice inquired:
"Who's therep
"Bottles and Rags, " responded the boy.
The door was opened and the pair passed
into the low, musty smelling ROOM
"Got 'nthingY'' asked the raspy voiced
female
"Nixy,n returned the boy The purse
in his pocket seemed determined to jingle.
This would have been a dire calamity; for
the old woman would have pounced upon
il like a hawk
"And your" asked the woman turning
toward Rags
The girl held her hands out, palms down
and open.
"Humphl purity pair. No bottles, no
rags; got nothin'! Can't stay here to-
night"
ooh, yes, mammy--I forgot. I've got
a dime Can't You let us stay fur thatr
broke in Bottles.
"a dime. small huff. I-well, gil me
the money! said the woman.
Bottles laid the piece upon her out
stretched palm. She threw bag hood
over her iron gray locks, and taking
noseless pitcher from the window sill,
went out
Good. She's gone fur beer. When
she drinks beer she sleeps, and when she
sleeps. we counts the contents of this puss.
Rags. | say, kid, well have daisy time
tomorrow. Did you know tomorrow
was the day fur dom big eatin'' It's a
regular hollerday, and all us rich coons
don't have TO do nothin' but injoy our
selves"
ga hollerdayl will the band and the
p'lice and fireworks"-
''Rags, yer out Of yer lattytude, as the
sailors down at the Hum SEE. To-mor-
rows Thanksgiving, kid"
ssWhat's that, Bottlesy'
ssThe day set part for dom big feedin',
sabes"
"Yup. responded Rags.
al say, Rags, did my one see you pick
it up--the -puss" -